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We The Poets
Happiness is not for the poets
It lays leaden on our lives
Like stones in swimmers pockets
Like fish breathing dead water
Give us the sludge of society
That we may grow gardens
Sowing the seeds of sadness
Into a brilliant bloom
We are the poets unseen
Yet heard and hollered
The voice of a silent storm
Sad...Stirring...Stunning
Unique and thought-provoking for sure...so sad though.
THE PASSION IS BACK!
S'been a while since emotion was sculpted by the word brush-stoke with such skill and clarity - I poet is a verb, you make us the feeling - encore! - Lady A